“Mum! where is Dad…” little Nia asked, as she half opened her eyes; “He left for war dear, he said goodbye to you before leaving…you were sound asleep then…” her mother smiled.

“…but I couldn’t say goodbye to him…” she looked as if she would break into tears;” Go out on the terrace and say goodbye looking up at the first plane you see flying over our house” her mother replied; the little girl darted towards the staircase.

20 years passed; every year on this day, she still stands on the terrace and stares blankly at every plane flying over their house – “…I couldn’t say goodbye.”

Three Line Tales, Week 61



  1. I just want you to say pls write a novel a really wanna read your novel these posts are good too but they are short I want to read something bigger than this

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